Day three arrived with tension crackling through the city.
This was the last day of the predicted attack window. If the intelligence was accurate, something would happen today. If not, they'd wasted three days on phantom threats.
Damien spent the day doing his normal patrol routine, but his mind was on the upcoming midnight rendezvous.
The mysterious shipment felt important in ways he couldn't fully articulate.
Evening came. Elara departed for the cathedral, divine magic ready for whatever might emerge. Damien and Seria dressed in dark, practical clothing – nothing that would identify them as imperial agents, everything designed for stealth and combat mobility.
They reached the eastern docks an hour before midnight, finding concealed positions that offered clear views of the meeting point.
